Virgin Marriage by Alexa Riley

Chapter 9

Gia

“Idon’t like waking up without you in our bed.” Marco walks over to me and glances at the books surrounding me. His sweatpants hang low on his hips and I can tell why he’s upset I wasn’t there. The hard outline of his cock is on full display. My eyes travel up to his chest and I see him smiling down at me. He realizes what I’m doing. I pulled the books out the other day from the box I’d kept them hidden in since high school.

“To be fair, we already got up this morning. You just happened to go back to sleep,” I remind him.

He woke me up with breakfast in bed followed by multiple orgasms. I’d gotten to sleep in, but Marco, like most mornings, had gone for a run. He went back to sleep holding me close in his arms after we ate and made love. I slipped out to get the books to take with me to family dinner today. I’m ready to start the wedding planning and I know my mom will be in full-on mother-of-the-bride mode. It will be best to have these with me when we show up since she did help me make them when I was younger.

“Maybe I want to do it again.” He lifts me from the chair I’m perched in and places me on the giant dining room table. He steps between my thighs and makes the small nightie I’m wearing ride all the way up. It shows I put nothing on under it when I grabbed it off the floor.

“Nothing is stopping you now.” My hands travel down his broad chest and one slips into his sweatpants to wrap around his cock. I stroke him and he groans as his thick length throbs in my palm.

“Get it out,” he demands, and I do what he says. I pull him free and push his sweatpants down with my other hand. I barely have him out and he’s pushing inside of me. I moan out his name as he rips the silk from my body because he wants me naked. If it was up to him he’d burn all my clothes, but then I’d have nothing to wear when I left the house.

I fall back onto the table and look up at him as he thrusts in and out of me. My orgasm comes down hard as I watch his body flex. His grip on my hips is firm, holding me in place and taking what he wants.

I come undone knowing that I will always be the only thing he needs. I cry out and cum at the pleasure of all of it—not only the orgasm but knowing he’s mine, too. My pussy clenches around him as he grunts out his own release and fills me.

“Gia.” He shifts and lifts me onto him. I press my lips to his and it’s soft and sweet as he pulls me into his lap and sits down in the chair. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t seem sorry about anything,” I laugh, and the feeling of his beard tickles me.

“Your books.” He places another kiss on my bare shoulder and I look over to see my scrapbooks are a mess. One fell to the floor, but they’re all fixable.

“Worth it.” I turn to look back at him and I dig my hands into his short hair.

“We going to talk about this yet?” His hand goes to my stomach and I shrug.

“As in we need a new place?” I suggest.

I enjoy giving him a hard time about his condo. It isn't a bachelor pad as I teased before, and my things have made it feel warmer and more inviting. You can tell he only used the place to sleep and shower at best before I was here. It isn't a family home, or at least not what I thought of when I thought of us having kids.

“You focus on this wedding and I’ll focus on our forever home,” he tells me before giving me a kiss and lifting me. He carries me through the house and I keep my legs wrapped around him as he goes.

“How do you know about my forever home?” I ask him, and my mind goes to the box where I pulled out the wedding scrapbooks. Now that I think on it, I didn't see the one I made about dream homes. That sneak, he probably went in and took it, but I’m not shocked.

“My tastes have changed!” I rush to tell him because I can’t remember what I put in the scrapbook. Some of the things in the wedding ones are fine, but some aren't great. Some are so terrible I snapped pictures and sent them to Caroline so she could laugh with me.

He chuckles as he flips on the shower and puts me inside before taking off his sweatpants. “I’m still finding the perfect spot to put it. I know you want to raise our babies in the same house we retire in.”

I love the idea of our kids always having their bedrooms in our home and that one day even our grandbabies will be there, too. The home will be filled with so many memories and it will be perfect. Maybe I can talk Mom into rotating Sunday dinners from our house to theirs. I have all these ideas in my head of things I want to do and this only makes it clearer to me what I want from my life. I’m not going to waste it doing something because I think it’s what I should want to do.

“I’m not going back to school when this semester is over,” I tell Marco as he steps into the shower.

He nods. He already knows this, and I sigh as he washes my hair. I wash him next and enjoy that we have our own routine now. People are always so shocked when they ask how long we’ve been together and I tell them the answer. With the way we are together you’d think we’ve always been with each other.

All too soon we’re in the car on the way to my parents’ house and I’ve got the scrapbooks in my lap. I fixed them enough so that no one will be able to tell we practically had sex on them. At least I hope not.

“Are you going to tell them about the baby?” Marco asks.

I haven't taken a test, but I know I’m pregnant.

“You think Jason will be there?” I fiddle with the scrapbook as we pull up to my parents’ house. I want everyone there when I tell them and I’m still sad he missed our engagement. What if he doesn’t come to the wedding?

“Yes.” My eyes snap to Marco, who’s smiling at me.

“You fixed it,” I say, and he nods. He wouldn't lie to me and if he’s telling me my brother is going to be here today, then he’ll be here.

“I did. You know I’ll do anything for you.” I let the scrapbooks fall to the floorboard as I unclip my seatbelt and crawl into his lap. I pepper him with kisses all over his face because I know he’d do anything for me. I love this man so damn much.

“Gia,” he growls when I start to kiss his mouth and it becomes heated. “I just got your brothers to like me. Fucking you in front of your parents’ house isn’t the best idea.”

I laugh and give him one last kiss before getting off his lap. He hops out of the car and comes around to open my door. I grab my scrapbooks and we go inside, and I smile when I see my brother Jason standing there.

He’s not looking my way as I get closer to him and I turn around to see he’s got his eyes locked on my youngest brother behind me. My younger brother is walking up with a girl who looks to be about my age. Jason looks at her the way Marco looks at me and my stomach drops. Jason’s eyes turn deadly as he glares behind me.

“Looks like today’s drama isn’t going to be about you,” I whisper loudly to Marco. I hold my scrapbooks closer to my chest because I know what’s coming and they already took a pounding today.

All hell breaks loose when Jason goes for my youngest brother, and I smile as Marco jumps in. I guess that means Marco is one of us now.